As I walked out of the hospital, Owen sent me a text message. "I won first place in an art competition organised by Sunshinetworks. The awards ceremony will be tomorrow. Will you be free then?"
"Alright. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
I replied with a text.
...
Makai had been waiting for me at the hospital gate.
"Madam, are you going to the company or Buggiold Park?" Makai asked.
The company? At once, I remembered the Barton company.
Deacon, that b*stard! The moment he spoke, it was about that five million!
"Makai, how long have you been by Mr. Boone's side?" I asked him tentatively.
"Two and a half years," Makai said concisely.
I took a deep breath and continued, "The president had been living abroad with his mother before. How is his mother?"
"The old madam died a year ago. Lione
